Series: Series by Ker Dukey
Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
The man he uses as a fuck horse is a piece of shit that has no qualms forcing Yuri’s form of sickness on the girls, according to the girl I’ve replaced.
He’ll die for that sin.
Straightening my wig that Diana left me, along with the rest of my outfit in the brush just off the property line, I keep my head bowed, navigating through the halls of the Vasiliev mansion. I walk straight past the security on the ground floor because they’re used to seeing women coming and going up this staircase, and they don’t even blink in my direction. Why would they think I pose a threat? After all, I’m just a woman.
Ha. Yuri’s sexist, pig-headedness will be his downfall. It’s poetic.
The dark blue decor hasn’t changed over the years and evokes memories of my childhood. I spent countless hours running around here with Viktor, familiarizing myself with every corner while playing hide and seek and, more importantly, the locations of all the cameras. Slipping onto the property with one of the maid’s food deliveries was easier than it should have been. The idea came to me when we mentioned how Alexey used the strategy with Betty to track the twins. I slipped straight inside and out of sight until it was time.
As I step into Yuri's office, I deliberately ignore the unsettling grin of the brute lurking by the door. His imposing stature and the way he stands with his giant horse cock on display, dangling between his thighs is designed to create an atmosphere of intimidation, and it works, making my heart race, but I maintain my composure. Coming to a stop, while ensuring my face remains dipped from Yuri’s scrutinizing gaze, I wait.
“Why are you wearing clothes?” Yuri grunts, sitting at his cluttered desk, surrounded by half-empty whiskey bottles and papers scattered haphazardly. His tone is laced with irritation as he leans back in his chair, which creaks under his weight. “I specifically said to wear heels and nothing else. You stupid bitches can’t even follow simple directions.”
I feel a chill run down my spine as I hear his groan and the chair strain beneath him as he rises and strides toward me with an unsettling confidence. An acid knot forms in my stomach, threatening to rise. I’ve been on edge all damn day, every instinct screaming at me to turn back. Coming here was a monumental risk since infiltrating the Vasiliev mansion is a near certain death sentence. But I’ve had one of those hanging around my neck like a noose for too long because of this man. For my baby girl, for my madmen, I need to rid the earth of this piece of garbage once and for all.
I need to be free.
We need to be free.
Strong fingers grasp my shoulders, and I count in my mind like Z does to keep my poise. One Mississippi…two Mississippi…
Grasping my shirt, Yuri rips it down the middle, exposing my bare stomach and tits.
I hate that I can smell him and that he’s this fucking close to my skin. He smells like stale cigars, whiskey, and week-old sweat. I mentally have to stop myself from shuddering.
The girl warned me not to go in with my clothes on, but I thought it would be a distraction and give me a buffer once in the room to take note of everything and ensure the big-dicked asshole didn’t get a chance to put that King Kong cock anywhere near me.
“I like them with fat tits,” Yuri rumbles, squeezing my nipple and making me bite down on my tongue so I don’t cry out. He’s a spiteful prick. “Looks like this one's been played with a lot. She has a pain threshold I’m going to enjoy breaking through.” He gestures to the big dick guy. “Get her clothes off while I get my tools.” Then, Yuri turns his back on me and walks toward a cupboard across the room.
There’s a piece of equipment placed in front of Yuri’s desk that looks like a gymnast’s pommel horse, but this one has a flat surface, and rings hammered into each leg.
“Mmmm, I love violence and sex, don’t you?” Donkey Dick tells me as he holds up his fisted hands and grins. “I’m going to bend you over that and cuff you so you can’t escape when Yuri starts stuffing your cunt and asshole with anything and everything.” He chuckles darkly. “I’m going to fuck your filthy cunt with my whole arm, fill your mouth with my fist and play you like an accordion.”
What a charmer.
He grasps onto my neck with a meaty palm and licks up my cheek. He chuffs when I don’t react and rips what’s left of my shirt from my body. “Then,” Donkey Dick continues, “when you’re bleeding from every orifice, no one will hear your cries because the walls are soundproof, but we will hear them. I’ll then fill your pretty mouth up with my big cock until you choke and drown to death on my cum.”